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letra de chakra control - dbangz

[intro: dbangz, snot, & j.norm]
[?] my n-gga
what are you talkin’ about?
if you wanna cl!ck some b-ttons, my n-gga, go ahead
we pushin’ b-ttons over here, you know what i’m saying
this madness, we goin’ crazy (yeah, i hear you)
we goin’ crazy, we throwin’ keyboards, n-gga
we throwin’ keyboards left and right
we don’t even know what’s going on, the keyboards goin’ crazy
get the teleprompters here quick! (we need ’em)

[verse 1: j.norm]
don’t tense up, when the wall hit the fence
y’all pressed up, i ain’t messed up
life ain’t ’bout the cars, but i think i want a tesla
mind over matter, with the money on the dresser
round of applause, for the n-ggas that be stacking they cars
on boulevards, gravity, dragging them jaws into a pause
if you know that it’s a b-tch, then you know that it’s a law
you could fumble, you could fall
it’s never your fault, but the failure just a part
from the part to the start, the rile rocky life is hard
shuffle and i get the thot, bubble drawn
bubble, tumble, fubble, bubble, interrupt when i was gone
brushin’ off for air, be like losin’ a p-wn
i like to ponder what kinda moods we be on
light, speed, and beyond

[verse 2: dbangz]
look, it’s the same few n-ggas i’m casually splittin’ cash with
p-ssionless, indefinite, causes that make me p-ssive
it’s only the loyal homies i actually spark a stash with
told me the world is crazy, it’s easy to get your back slit
better watch your 6, especially when it’s past 6
the musty flamin’ f-ggots is savage, hard as a -ss grip
takin’ all the loot to the camri, my family stack clips
my trigger finger happy, let’s grab it and see who’s fastest
now who’s the greatest rapper on the plateau?
the new school cat, to the boom bap, mr. rap slows
tell the hatin’ -ss n-gga to make his -ss to know
that dbangz sign b-tches -sses after his rap shows
so tell all the f-ggots to pay attention
and dbangz is cooler than parties b-tches attendin’
i’m never in a drought, i just fall back on my pension
couple homies locked inside, why do i feel like i’m fenced it?

[verse 3: snot]
why do i feel like i’m fenced it?
i’m trapped up in the addiction
i can’t acknowledge the friction
i came to polish my mentions
i might demolish your mission
my trigger finger is itchin’
i’m shootin’ straight through your tension
i’m the one who rhymes is overbearing
i blasted the compet-tion without missin’ just for staring
y’all be swearin’ up and down that i’m the fancy clown
who dipped around the lonely town and now that n-gga can’t be found

[outro: snot]
look, my one regret is i ain’t make enough threats
i had to come and get these checks so i could spend it on sweats
’cause you never know the need to dash or run
often i pick up the pen and pad and i spaz for fun
often i look at my mom and dad and think of what i’ve become
“oh boy, you’ve came a long way but you still look like a bum”
i said, “the boy been bad, i used to beat on the drums”
and now a n-gga takin’ over with the three weird sc-ms

- dbangz

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